Lyrics Siren - Theatre Of Tragedy

Siren

Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta’en —
By whom, know I not;
'lack!
am I of twain —
And as a crux — cede I my words —
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne
Fro my heart wilt thou ne’er
Be left without — come!
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine
Ryking for me:
«List and heed», thou say’st
Chancing to lure
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis —
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!
Mayhap luréd by the scent of lote —
'Od!
— the fœtid — eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrouncéd
O!
do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce
How I wish for thee again
Will I give thee it: Troth
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine
Ryking for me:
«List and heed», thou say’st
Chancing to lure
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis —
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!